Jasper was perplexed. Surely, he should feel some form of arousal around all these mares in heat. Unless he had been turned into a mare. Nervously, he wandered away from the mares and towards the enclosure he could smell stallions within. But still, nothing. Dread growing, he lowered his head to look at his genitals. His balls were gone! He was a gelding!
Jasper felt both fury and relief. It was incredibly humiliating to be castrated, but at least he wouldn't become overcome by horse instincts and sire or birth a foal. That would make the line of succession very messy indeed. And he wouldn't be distracted by a potential mate. He could stay on task.
Calmed down now, Jasper left the horse farm, his mind racing. He had to get to Anya. But he didn't know what direction the Eastern Hills were from wherever he was. Lost in thought, he didn't notice the rider sneaking up behind him until there was a lasso around his neck. He whinnied in shock and turned his head to see...